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"Children are God's greatest gift. In their smiles, mothers dry their tears"
by Poet
Waited in vain through long barren years
To see a toddler taking unsteady steps
Calling me mom, his toothless gum pressed to my breast
Years slouched away without any happy tiding
Went from doc to doc, looking for a remedy
They in unison said little was the chance
Knew prayer was the sole resort
And waited for a miracle to happen
After years of prayerful waiting
At last, sensed the feeble signs of life within
A dream come true, a long wish fulfilled
The dainty Darling of our life, so very near!
Like an eagle in its aerial route,
Flew my spirits in ecstatic rounds
Like the Swallow, soaring high above,
My fancy took wings and set to fly.
With promises full and hopes in store,
To fill the void within our souls
To burst the silence with the clatter of sounds
To dispel the gloom that hovered on
He came,
High from Heaven like a cherubim sent,
With the glow of umpteen candles lit,
To gladden our doleful hearts,
To deliver us of our blighted state
He came,
Like the first rain on parched ground,
To drench the arid lands in profuse shower,
To ease the prick of sweltering heat,
To put out the fire of growing drought
He lay close to me, the bundle of joy!
His dark little eyes poised on my face,
Full with words on silent lips,
And innocence on his glistening visage
I peered into that cute little face,
The face I had long fondled in my dreams,
I whirled in the feel of prime feed,
And swam in the glory of maternal bliss!
(It was after long 12 years of waiting and after rigorous treatment for acute endometriosis, that our first son was born to us at a time when we had given up all hopes. Our joy knew no bounds. We firmly believe it is through divine intervention)
26. May 2018
Divine Intervention Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Chantelle Ann Cooke
Judged on 1/15/2022
Entered for Writing Challenge X'd Poems
Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
There is exquisite pain
In being offered a beautiful gift
Fine the wrapping
The bows beautifully beguiling
The attached card:
Love’s testament in writing
Everything indicates
The contents are perfect
What lies inside
Can satisfy, electrify, gratify….
BEAUTIFY, yes, beautify your life
Wrapped up in pretty paper
The outside tantalizes
Alluring me to open
Open…Open…OPEN!
Yet….
I sit and stare
At the beauty before me
Thinking...rationalizing...
Nothing lasts forever
NOTHING
Were the gift to be handled and fondled
It might lose its newness
Its mystic
Its beauty
It might get...old
And so
The gift sits there
Unopened
But there is exquisite joy in knowing
In there beats a heart for you
Strong and true
Experiences fresh and new
When you are stronger
You will pull that pretty blue bow
Yet for now...
it’s good to know
the gift remains waiting...
The gift is for you
Eileen Manassian
She’s a beautiful flower, the elegant kind.
If you’re tempted to pick her, just keep this in mind;
Though she smiles on the surface, the full picture shows
She has too many prickles and not enough rose.
In her typical manner, her grace and her charm
Will be sure to enchant without giving alarm,
But you’ll see when Madame strikes a contrary pose
She has too many prickles and not enough rose.
I once fondled her blossom, her glistening gem,
Put my lips to her petals and fingered her stem,
But I found out the hard way what everyone knows,
She has too many prickles and not enough rose.
She’s a beautiful flower. What more need I can say?
I’ll just finish my business and be on my way.
With her scepter of thorns, she can stay where she grows.
She has too many prickles and not enough rose.
Pink the sunset which filtered through the leaves
to burnish your skin on one afternoon,
when fireflies glittered like radiant weaves,
Vanishing in the grass. We knew that soon
those ebony clouds gathering would force
us to flee the glade through a birdsong’s tune:
Enticed then to stay, stay madly on course,
dare the oncoming rainfall ...and a smile
enlivened your face with such insolent force.
Till lightning crackled as we wait a while,
you gasped, and oh we fondled everywhere;
while a conniving star reeled to beguile.
A wildcat rushed out and paused low to stare,
While we huddled tightly ... too close to care!
First Place
When its time to for him to sail away
like wind-blown leaves and cherry blossoms drifting in the lake
When He journeys far,as far as moons to reach
When He forgets the fragrance of Her hair
and how She tasted 'neath fresh linen sheets
When He forgets the sweetness of her name
and all the thousand ways She loved him through each day
Its then,She will remember each promise they concealed
Its then when She would whisper,'Come back and lay with me
Come close ,and tread all solitude beneath your tired feet
Look deep into these eyes and tell me what you see.
Tell me,are your nights long,are they vacant and cold
Or do the tea-light candles still glow to keep you warm?'
Its then where She would whisper ,'Come back and lay with me
Embraced by open arms is where you ought to be'
But whispers slowly fade like ripples of fresh rain
that once flooded this heart,then dried like ash of grey .
Her whispers go unanswered,His silence will prevail
His cheeks won't feel each tear drop,His heart buries the pain.
His mind rejects the memory and moments they have shared
But thoughts keep spreading freely like wings of soaring birds
Thoughts will keep returning, years after His regrets
Recalling yester's green fields and a lady with a hat
A lady on a blanket,hands wrapped around her knees
His shoes right there beside her,a fondled kiss in breeze.
She must have been the one...All along She was the one
The girl that keeps on living ,the shadow in his dreams....
The girl that keeps on playing ,pressing his piano keys.
Inspired by Alexis 'Contest ...and by Elton John's Song - The One..(Not for contest)
Chaste eyes trace my limbs, in the deep of woods
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass,
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.
Shape of curves fondled like tender morass,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass
Although he’s roamed my shore , gentle and kind
I still pulsate where musk scent trails. Outside,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind
My fiery sighs reflect a wilder croon
holding breaths captive in a mesh; a glide
of movement’s tempo sing to rising moon
And kindling now our chaste eyes, they abide
love’s virtue wafts from wings of night;
to hold breaths captive in sweet flow, a glide!
Inhabiting one space where gazes meet
Chaste eyes trace my limbs, in deep of woods...
Love’s virtue blazes skin from curl of sheets
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.
The simple times remembered are worthwhile.
Those memories are treasured gifts to keep.
We were innocent and lived without guile.
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Inspiration from Nobel Prize poet,
Pablo Neruda from Chile. Excerpts from
his poem 'Ode to Naked Beauty' follows:
Ode To A Naked Beauty
With chaste heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth's perfume,
sea's music.
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Terzanelle Time for Joseph May
Old poem Re-submitted 11/8/2017
it was not so much that his liver had succumbed to cirrhosis
the jaundice had resulted from hard core assault on his brain
no rose-tinted spectacles would ever restore his faulty vision
myopia in itself was not a problem but refusing its correction is
in his mind however darkness was reserved for the plague
hallucination was if one questioned superiority of White folks
then his worst nightmare became true at a gay bashing party
just when they started to burn an effigy of sexual aberration
ready to slaughter a ****** on the altar of self-righteous pride
already mocking and chanting for God’s straight creation
someone spiked his drink with LSD and his vision went wild
a prism of spectral rainbows danced and he dropped his guard
and his pants as a matter of fact and he fondled his mate’s groin
delirious with such panoply of diverse hues of flamboyance
gaudy radiance sent shivers of animation down to his phallus
which would not stand up to the pressure of diverse vibrance
he stuffed little blue pills down his throat but all he accomplished
was a giant headache and a pain in the backside when vibrations
on batteries stretched his soul’s sphincters in uninhibited pleasure
hetero phobia and racial oppression vanished once and for all as
he embodied the vicious hypocritical flatulence he had always been
disgraced and confined to an orange jump suit the iris of fantasy
came to confirm that he had never been the brightest crayon in the
box but exposed in unwilling iridescence he whined like a sheep
at the slaughter to the unforgiving applause of jaundiced demise
29th June 2021
PEPPY PANORAMA
Doe eyed dusky beauty
Silky tress and milky dress
Exuding scent so fruity
She gazed at glorious tulips
Lovely hue, purplish blue
Kiss Planted with tender lips
She sat beside the limpid lake
Crystal clear, smiled with cheer
With her reflection she spake
She fondled a furry bunny
Fed it carrot tops and celery
It’s antics cute and funny
Din and disdain dissolved
In heart a rhapsody that lingers
Chaos and confusion absolved
It’s Canvas to receive new zingers!
Date: 25th October 2016
For contest:CONTEST NO 228 any form-theme max of 16 lines
Sponsored by:Brian Strand
The curtains riffled by a breeze, intrudes upon the solitude
....Please, let us warn them, if we must, to restrain the hour once again,
for we intrust to weave this time to be our sacred interlude
So, a dawning sun lays softly still, resting on the golden hills
softer than a white moth's wing, ... sifting light upon the sill
Your hands are guided by the dawn...
no use pretending we will rise, to view the morning sun...
Or that we choose this time to sleep for, less than that,
which claims the heart,... comes wild with strokes of fondled touch
the essence, of ecstatic love, ... as old as time itself
And as for now, ...desire's plea,
demands the trace upon my face,
while other needs will beckon thee
to trace thy fingers eagerly, .... across my bone and flesh
I beg of thee, suspend all time, ...with nothing spared
content to hold our secret nest, ...against the dawn of time
Caressed, by daylight on the crest
a fading moon, will find retreat
as the sun delays, without defeat,... where it remains, in compromise
Your whispered breath, upon my ear
will halt the sun, from coming near, ... until we fill our love complete...
..... and then it will arrive
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For Nette Onclaud's Contest: "Softly Sensual"
By Carrie Richards ... 8/24/13
Jump Start (( collaboration * SUSAN BURCH ))
by~ Poet D:
How did it come to this?
You and me down memory bliss..
Some where in between losing my self ..
I misplaced the dust remover off my shelf..
Now I will march on like a cheerful parade..
Smiling my big pearly whites, as you begin to fade...
I disguised the use, when you called me a broken down car..
Adjusting all the plugs under my hood, I reached in to far...
.
I touched and fondled every mound and tendency inside of me..
All my heart needed, was a bran new battery..
I found my own cure, reviving my broken heart disease..
Blocking the sunburn from jumping of my heart like a trapeze..
I got rocks stored in my pocket, that came with a guarantee..
Sustaining weight on my weakened knees, reassuring me warranty
***by~ SUSAN BURCH
That I will get through this, without you to drive
I have a map of the world, traced on my thighs…
You may have held the moon, but not anymore
There are millions of galaxies for me to explore …
Once I face the dark and horrible truth
That I didn’t like who I was, with you…
That’s why I shouldn’t be starving, for your attention
When all you gave me, were paltry inventions…
Instead I’ll wave bye, at my shriveled heart’s cost
And immediately stop sniffing, our love’s exhaust…
In time you’ll be nothing but a tumbleweed
A random thought I won’t even keep…
When I’m fully restored, you’ll be left in the dust
And I’ll be stronger than I ever was …
A Collaboration *Susan Burch
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~